Me and Racer periodically greet each other with interesting things as steam pops up, though normally its him greeting me. Here was today's spontaneous RP.
Racer Xonclar: You hear the creaking of ropes
Black_Hawk: I blink as the canvas sack is removed from my head, looking up at the impeding death of the gallows. All things considered, that bar fight was not worth it. I pray to the gods that my ally is nearby ready to spring me.
Racer Xonclar: *gasp* Is Shiv sitting at your computer?!
Racer Xonclar: The execution laughs from behind his black mask as he wraps the noose around your neck. The creaking of rope is clearly identified as the body of one of your party members swinging beside you. The cavelry was obviously not fast enough to save him. The gathered mob cheers for your hanging as a fat man in rich clothes sits on a golden chair off to the side, his fingers curling the waxed mustache on his face.
Racer Xonclar: gah! executioner*
Black_Hawk: I glance about, surveying the populace. I briefly run down a checklist of my concealed weapons to determine how thourough the frisking was.
Racer Xonclar: Glancing about your person, it seems all your weapons were found and removed save one; the magically enchanted spork capable of changing into either a spoon or a fork
Black_Hawk: Thanking the gods that the friskers were not good at determining the worth os such items, i slip the fork into my bound hands, using it as a channel for my weapon afire ability. In a few short seconds it has burnt through the rope holding my hands. I reach up, grasping the noose in one hand and pressing the fork-morphed spork to the rope, burning through it in a short time as well.
Black_Hawk: Now being free, i turn tail and run.
Racer Xonclar: The crowd gasps at your escape efforts, the one in front lashing out to grab you but miss your legs. The executioner throws a spare coil of rope at your feet and it causes you to stumble, but only enough to slow your progress. You recognize the voice of the fat man shout over the mayhem, "Guards! Shoot to kill!" Ahead of you, just outside of the plaza, is a group of four archers training barbed arrows on you.
Black_Hawk: I dive into the crowd gathered to gawk at the execution. Surely the archers wont shoot into a crowd.
Racer Xonclar: The archers hesitate, a look of confusion overcoming them, but one still lets loose the arrow. Launching at a disturbing speed, the arrow strike someone in the crowd beside you, catching them in the shoulder and sticking out the back, splattering a bit of blood on you. The crowd starts shuffling towards the exits in a panic, looking like a bloodcrazed mosh pit. The fat man stands to his feet and points towards the archers, "Execute those three!" Pointing to two groups of foot soldiers, "You! You! Go! Arrest any that get in the way!"
Black_Hawk: Pusing my way through the crowd but trying to stay low, i am thankful, once again, that they dont know about my abilities in the slightest.
Black_Hawk: I make my way toward the exit, intending to duck into the nearest shop or unlocked house.
Racer Xonclar: A couple of the people in the crowd manage to grab a hold of you, but as soon as they start to latch on, others of the mob slam into them in a panic and break their grip on you. The foot soldiers rush into the crowd with sword drawn, but their progress is slow at best, spending as much time yelling at the mob as they are looking for you. Quickly slamming up against a door, it gives way with little resistance, nearly sending you sprawling into the floor on the other side. If the door had been locked, it was locked very weakly.
Black_Hawk: Rising to my feet, i turn about and close the door. Glancing about the room, i move a convenient piece of furniture up against the door bracing it against intrusion. i then look about the house, searching for a weapon of some kind or whatever else could be useful. i also search for stairs to a second level and look there, if there is one, for windows and possible escape routs
Racer Xonclar: The place appears to be a bakery on the first floor with the owner's living quarters on the second floor. The metal rack braced against the door should hold save for extreme attempts to enter. Much to your benefit, you find a longsword beside the bed which is a great alternative to the rolling pin you found downstairs. The window in the bedroom overlooks an canopy of sorts, the balcony of another building just across the alley
Black_Hawk: I search through the spare cloths of the baker, snagging an apron and a plain shirt and putting them on before applying some flower to the outfit. I also search about for a bag or bundle in which i can hide the sword.
After this is complete, i glance out the upper window to look at the crowds below. I check for guards, and chew on a roll i found down stairs. They don't feed you when you are in a holding cell.
Racer Xonclar: A set of rags seemingly used to wrap fresh bread do the trick, covering the longsword well enough that the hilt is all that's really noticeable. The crowd is still pouring through the streets but it's thinned a bit. The guards are past the door you dove into, still trying to cut their way through the crowd. The canopy doesn't look the sturdiest in the world, but might hold your weight long enough to jump across to the balcony
Black_Hawk: I slide out the window, cautiously easing my weight onto the canopy. I then steel my will and activate my Firewalk and quickly dash across the intervening space to the balcony opposite of the canopy.
Racer Xonclar: firewalk? lol
Black_Hawk: Lol, im playing from the perspective of a PsiWarrior 4/ Pyro 6
Racer Xonclar: don't even know what that does lol
Black_Hawk: lol
Black_Hawk:
Firewalk (Su): Beginning at 6th level, as
a free action a pyrokineticist can expend her
psionic focus (see the Concentration skill
description, page 37) to literally walk on
air. She moves at her normal speed in all
directions, including vertically, but cannot
move more than double her speed
in a round. A firewalking pyro leaves
footprints of flame in the air that
disperse in 2 rounds, but her tread
does not deal damage. She must pay
1 power point per round spent traveling
in this fashion
Black_Hawk: just for the record, i intend to repost the random rp session there in a topic on tenebra
